Helping The Bad Girl

Helping The Bad Girl

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Im Ruby. I've always had something going wrong in my life, so I have created the skill to be able to correct myself and my personality to make the problem less affective. I'm now no where near the real me, Im just a shell made up of confidence so that I am harder to brake and it is harder for others to get under my skin. Im Thomas. My life has always been as many people call perfect, when in actual fact, it is far from it. Most people see me and think "nerd". I don't completely disagree. I am smart. But what makes it hard is when your forced into being something you're not. My mother try's to make me perfect. I go along with the charade to keep her happy. I always try to help people in any way I can. I find it hard not to, it's just who I am. Most people like me, but it doesn't matter if they don't. It's their opinion, I have to deal with it. What will happen when these two people are put together. Will he brake down her wall, or will she just push him away like everybody else....
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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